Your dead meat formaldehyde Didn't phase me I soon returned to track you down For your confession I'll be your poison and your pain I'll be your struggle to be sane Exploited lament And the places you never went

Dorothy died for your pleasure It's hard to get along in this car crash weather Car crash weather Dorothy died for your pleasure It's hard to get along Car crash weather Car crash weather, weather

I'm doing you in tomorrow That's why I'm dressed In all this sorrow I'm doing you in tomorrow I'll burn before I mellow

Dorothy died for your pleasure It's hard to get along, it's hard to get along Your dead meat from former days Your dead meat from former days Your dead meat from former days Your dead meat from former days